for starters

I guess I'll start by explaining the title, "to lack a little rock n roll." I feel a lack of rock n roll can really screw a girl up. a suppressed artist is not a happy artist. (hmm, happy artist...) Anyways, now my posts and my blog will probably be a repeat of the beginnings of "now that i've joined the mom club" but less about infant-try and more about mommy's loss of sanity, stability, and sameness. So if you fear I may be going off the deep end, just stand back and toss a rope if I look worried. Otherwise I'm just gonna play by the edge here while, okay ma?